And now, onto something completely different. Random musings: At the grocery store, Leif wanted to go to the organic aisle, to pick up some Kashi cereal. He found a new flavor in the Go Lean Crunch type, Honey-Almond Flax. If I ever doubt that I could have an influence on my husband, there is the incontestable truth—my husband will eat flax. How hippie can you get?
. . . Rowan is now drawing little faces. They are soo cute! And scary ghosts, she likes to draw those too, but those also look cute. . . 🙂 Even cuter, she even thinks the little yellow smiley faces on this blog are skeletons, because they apparently look like Jack Skellington (from Nightmare Before Christmas). . .
Tabla, I love tabla! I was looking for some new bellydance music, but have somehow been sidetracked into Indian fusion. First it was Karsh Kale, and now I’m listening to the soundtrack of Naach, some Bollywood movie I’ve never even seen. I’ve been restless for something new and fresh. . .now if I could only master the makeup of the smoky eye. ..
I am still on the quest for the perfect lotus. I want a new tattoo, a lotus, on my upper back. But this might be my last tattoo, and certainly will be the last for awhile, so I want it to be perfect. But every time I find one I like, it’s just a little off and I can’t figure out how to improve it. Oh well, practice is perfect. . .
Well, I went and got my bikini that I’ve been wanting. I thought it was discontinued, but I found it on the website. It fits, but the way I look in a bikini is exactly as I expected—not hideously flabby, I suppose, but not phenomenal either. 🙂 See, I have a rule, the boobs vs. pooch rule—one’s chest should extend past the stomach. If you have more on top, then you can fudge more with the pooch. In my case, my upper curves are rather small, so there is very little fudge room. I knew that though, it was one of the reasons I wanted the swimsuit. I know how to look good in clothes, it’s the swimsuit that always the final test. I need to get in shape!!!
I finally sewed my elastic for my mini-zills (finger cymbals). After I drop Rowan off to daycare, I practice them on my work. I have three patterns I’m working on, 12 12 12. . ., 121 121 121. . ., and 11121 1121 121 . . .(1 is the dominant hand, 2 the non-dominant). I really suck at rhythm. It’s like patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the same time, but I can’t even do the zilling by itself decently well. The Saroyan zills definitely make a difference, the tone and clarity is superb–as much as I can tell, being a beginner. 🙂 I have some really neat Nefertiti ones in german silver too, but those are too big to practice in the car. They’re pretty loud, I wonder if other drivers can hear them at a stop, or if they can see them glinting in the sun.